Post by kisashika on Jan 26, 2012 14:17:22 GMT -5
(But I'd like it if you asked before entering.)
Gamzee: Mourn over your dead Matesprit.
Which is exactly what you've been doing ever since Sollux dragged you away from his body. You had been moping about the hive complex until you saw a wayward flyer for this boardwalk Carnival, which gave you the idea to come here and try to get your mind off of things. It's not helping much, because you keep thinking about how much fun Tavros would have here, too.
This place has given you a renewed hope for your religion, because it's very similar to the Carnivals you attended often. The games, the clowns(who here don't know anything about Messiahs), and the music. You attempted to talk to some Mimes, but they took their vow of silence seriously, just like the mimes back home. The group of four men that sang was new though, a new branch of Carnival is what you assumed.
You're now standing on the pier of the boardwalk, watching the ocean.
Gamzee stares off into the colorful waters, watching his blurred reflection in the sea. His long forgotten snow cone was melting onto his hand, orange and grape stripes mixing into a dark brown, dripping into the water below. He'd even managed to put his make-up on today but it had run slightly, because sadness has come and gone and come back several times.
Gamzee kept thinking why he'd gone ape-shit again and about how many lives he took, again. Everything replayed perfectly in his memory- sights, smells, and sounds. And those last moments with Tavros will forever be embedded in his mind.
The indigo-blood sat down and kicked his legs off the side of the pier, legs swinging freely above the ocean.
"I'm such an idiot."
Gamzee: Mourn over your dead Matesprit.
Which is exactly what you've been doing ever since Sollux dragged you away from his body. You had been moping about the hive complex until you saw a wayward flyer for this boardwalk Carnival, which gave you the idea to come here and try to get your mind off of things. It's not helping much, because you keep thinking about how much fun Tavros would have here, too.
This place has given you a renewed hope for your religion, because it's very similar to the Carnivals you attended often. The games, the clowns(who here don't know anything about Messiahs), and the music. You attempted to talk to some Mimes, but they took their vow of silence seriously, just like the mimes back home. The group of four men that sang was new though, a new branch of Carnival is what you assumed.
You're now standing on the pier of the boardwalk, watching the ocean.
Gamzee stares off into the colorful waters, watching his blurred reflection in the sea. His long forgotten snow cone was melting onto his hand, orange and grape stripes mixing into a dark brown, dripping into the water below. He'd even managed to put his make-up on today but it had run slightly, because sadness has come and gone and come back several times.
Gamzee kept thinking why he'd gone ape-shit again and about how many lives he took, again. Everything replayed perfectly in his memory- sights, smells, and sounds. And those last moments with Tavros will forever be embedded in his mind.
The indigo-blood sat down and kicked his legs off the side of the pier, legs swinging freely above the ocean.
"I'm such an idiot."
